436: Chapter 436 A Little Bit of Thought

Ling Hao looked down, his gaze falling upon Yue Xinlan, whom he was holding with his right arm.

Her frame was thin and slender, and the moon-white adult-sized dress she wore looked exceptionally large on her, hanging loosely as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Her jet-black hair was draped over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks.

Her face, still with a hint of baby fat, carried a sense of childishness.

Her features had not yet fully matured; her nose was small and delicate, her lips were slightly pale from exhaustion, and her chin was pointed, resembling a flower bud crushed by wind and rain.

Those large eyes were half-closed, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and her eyes were filled with such weariness that it made one feel an involuntary sense of pity.

"You... let go..." Yue Xinlan's voice was weak.

Ling Hao's gaze shifted slightly, and he saw his right hand passing across her waist, his palm resting against her chest.

To be precise, it was resting on the slightly rising and falling area of her chest.

Beneath the fabric, there was only a very shallow, faint curve, like a tender bud just emerging in early spring, barely perceptible.

The sensation transmitted to his palm was almost negligible.

Ling Hao froze for a moment, and then a wave of embarrassment surged in his heart.

Apart from Ye Xinglan, the State Preceptor of the Wutong Divine Dynasty, he had become accustomed to traversing high mountains and deep valleys, and encountering rolling thunder.

This was too flat, so much so that he hadn't even noticed.

Yue Xinlan struggled to move, wanting to leave his embrace, but her body simply wouldn't allow it.

Having just undergone Awakening through Reincarnation, her Foundation was not yet stable, and she had forcibly overdrawn her strength to manipulate the power of the earth veins; at this moment, she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

Feeling Ling Hao's gaze, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and she turned her head away to prevent him from seeing the expression on her face.

Ling Hao gave a light cough and moved his right hand away.

"Sorry, I'm just used to it."

After leaving the Forbidden Abyss, Shi Yunyu stepped forward, gently supporting Yue Xinlan's shoulders, and took her from Ling Hao's side.

The two stood side by side—one mature and voluptuous, as gentle and warm as the moon; the other thin and slender, as tender as a budding sprout.

Ling Hao's gaze involuntarily swept back and forth between the two.

One was like a plump, juicy peach, and the other like a newly sprouted bamboo shoot.

One was soft and fleshy, the other... a bit bony.

Still too thin and small.

He thought to himself, he would have to supplement her with more protein and sugar in the future.

Only with sufficient nutrition could she grow up quickly.

"Old Ancestor, we have returned."

The crisp voices of the three little ones came from afar.

Yue Xinxi and Mo Shuang had returned with the three little ones.

...

Above the White Rock Holy Land, Devilish Qi surged like ink, blotting out the sun and sky.

Yan Gang Demon Ancestor stood in the Void Realm, as immovable as a mountain.

Chi Wanhe's Talismans filled the sky, golden runes dancing like butterflies, constantly diverting Yan Gang's attention.

Behind Qin Zhaoxue, the Nanming li huo cauldron spun in mid-air, its alchemical Qi flowing like silk, continuously providing the group with spiritual power recovery and healing.

Lu Changning had four immortal swords circling her body, her Sword Intent sharp and awe-inspiring, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Lin Xiwei's Formation Plate hung before her, layers of formation patterns continuously weakening the Demon Ancestor's attacks.

Du Yuqing stood at the very front, using her Physical Body to withstand the Demon Ancestor's frontal assault, her spear striking like a dragon, shaking mountains with her power.

The five worked with tacit understanding, actually trading blows evenly with the third-layer Mahayana Demon Ancestor.

On the ground, Supreme Elder Lu Yao and Supreme Elder Zhou Zhi stood side by side, but their gazes were not on the sky, but fixed firmly on the opposite side.

The three Grand Elders of the Ji Family were also arrayed in formation, waiting; the two sides were only a hundred zhang apart, yet neither moved first.

Ji Yuanlang's expression was grim, Ji Yuanqing's eyes flickered, and Ji Yuanheng's beard and hair stood on end; spiritual power surged around the three of them, yet they never made a move.

Supreme Elder Lu Yao gave a cold snort and whispered to Supreme Elder Zhou Zhi, "They actually have some self-awareness."

Supreme Elder Zhou Zhi said indifferently, "It's just mutual containment. As long as we don't move, they don't dare to move either."

This scene had a touch of black humor.

Grand Elders of the same Sect were now guarding against each other as if facing a formidable enemy.

However, the expressions of the three Ji Family Grand Elders grew increasingly ugly. They discovered that the situation on the battlefield was extremely unfavorable to them.

The eight Heavenly Demons brought from the True Demon Realm had all been held back by the Elders and Disciples of the Moonshadow Sect!

Those Moonshadow Sect Disciples mostly had cultivation levels of only Void Tempering or even Body Integration Stage, but once they unleashed that legendary secret technique, their Realm instantly soared by a major level, and combined with bizarre Magic Treasures and tacit cooperation, they were actually fighting the Heavenly Demons to a standstill.

"This is simply hellish..." Ji Yuanlang muttered.

Shen Yunjie stood at the rear, looking up in amazement, "Supreme Moonshadow's five Personal Disciples have actually managed to hold their own against a Mahayana Stage Demon Ancestor!"

"With their Realms, using the Moonshadow Sect secret technique, aren't they all only at Undergoing Tribulation? How can five Undergoing Tribulation cultivators fight a third-layer Mahayana?"

"There is salvation, there is hope!"

As soon as the words fell, a discordant voice came from the side.

Ji Mitai stood not far away, a cold sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth, "What are you gloating about? The Demon Ancestor hasn't used his full strength at all. Once he uses his full strength, they will undoubtedly be defeated!"

This was also the reason why the three Ji Family Grand Elders and Ji Mitai could still sit still.

As long as Yan Gang Demon Ancestor got serious, those five female cultivators would be nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs.

And once those five female cultivators were dealt with, the others wouldn't be worth mentioning!

In mid-air, Yan Gang Demon Ancestor suddenly stopped his attack, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at Chi Wanhe and the other four from on high.

"This Demon Ancestor admits that you five working together do have some tricks."

His voice was like thunder, his tone dismissive, "But that is all. You don't even have the qualifications to force this Demon Ancestor to use a Magic Treasure."

He paused, a trace of mockery curling at the corner of his mouth. "At first, this Demon Ancestor was worried you had some trump cards and was defending everywhere. Now it seems, it's nothing more than this."

"This Demon Ancestor is too lazy to play with you anymore."

Before his words faded, he formed seals with both hands and let out a low shout, "Dharma Manifestation!"

Boom—

The ten-thousand-zhang Origin Return Dharma Manifestation fully solidified behind him, with three heads and six arms, its face ferocious.

The six arms each formed different Origin Return Dharma Seals, and the terrifying pressure crushed toward all directions like a tide.

At the same time, an ancient, simple-looking great bell rose above his head.

The great extinction origin return bell hung down with ten thousand strands of Devilish Qi; the body of the bell was as black as ink, engraved with complex demonic patterns.

"The great extinction origin return bell, first toll."

Hum—

The bell's toll reverberated, and the ten thousand miles of cloud sea evaporated instantly.

Chi Wanhe and the other four felt the Void Realm around them tighten; all escape techniques and teleportation methods failed simultaneously at this moment, and space seemed to have been frozen.

Seeing this, Ji Yuanheng couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Look! The Demon Ancestor is getting serious! Those girls are finished!"

Ji Yuanqing also echoed, "The might of a Mahayana, how can a few Undergoing Tribulation cultivators withstand it?"

The curve of Ji Mitai's mouth grew wider.

In another corner of the battlefield, Taihuang Heavenly Demon had just killed an Elder of the White Rock Holy Land, looked up at the sky, and frowned.

He scanned the battle situation on his side.

The eight Heavenly Demons were tightly entangled by the Moonshadow Sect Disciples; not only had they failed to gain an advantage, but there were even faint signs of being suppressed.

Looking again at those five Personal Disciples, although they were suppressed by the Demon Ancestor's Aura, each of them had a calm expression, without the slightest panic.

"This Moonshadow Sect is very wicked..." Taihuang Heavenly Demon muttered to himself, his eyes flickering, "I must prepare early."

Having experienced the battle at the Western Main Rift in Cangwu, he had already highly estimated the Moonshadow Sect, but he found that he had still underestimated them.

Void Tempering and Body Integration Stage Disciples being able to battle Heavenly Demons was simply unheard of.

Fortunately, he had kept his wits about him and didn't rush up immediately, otherwise it would be him who was entangled now.

In mid-air, Chi Wanhe glanced at the four Junior Sisters behind her and couldn't help but complain via voice transmission, "My good Junior Sisters, what are you doing? What are you still holding back for?"